remain unmolested as long as she behaves herself."

JOHN CAMDEN HOTTEN, Piccadilly, W. Jan. 30, 1865.

To Home, April 1866.

The Finians conveened in our town the other night, and took steps
toord freein Ireland. They met into the Town Hall, and by the kind
invite of my naber, Mr. Mulrooney O'Shaughnessy, whose ancestors at
least must have Irish blood in their veins, I went over.

You may not be awair, by the way, that I've been a invalid here to
home for sev'ril weeks. And it's all owin to my own improodens.
Not feelin like eating a full meal when the cars stopt for dinner,
in the South, where I lately was, I went into a Resterater and et 20
hard biled eggs. I think they effected my Liver.

My wife says, Po, po. She says I've got a splendid liver for a man
of my time of life. I've heard of men's livers gradooally wastin'
away till they hadn't none. It's a dreadful thing when a man's
liver gives him the shake.

Two years ago comin this May, I had a 'tack of fever-'n-ager, and by
the advice of Miss Peasley who continues single and is
correspondinly unhappy in the same ratios I consulted a Spiritul
mejum--a writin' mejum. I got a letter from a cel'brated Injin
chief, who writ me, accordin to the mejum, that he'd been ded two
hundred and seventeen (217) years, and liked it. He then said, let
the Pale face drink sum yarb tea. I drinkt it, and it really helpt
me. I've writ to this talented savige this time thro' the same